I marched to the career counsellor yesterday. Full of confidence as I needed her help to improve my resume for a scholarship application.

She saw my O levels, SAT and Uni grades and she made a remark. Something along the line of why there was a huge discrepency between my SAT grades and my Uni grades. -______- Then she asked for my JC results. My JC results are actually quite bad save for my SAT and GP score. I am suffering from the diminishing brains disease, characterised usually by a worsening of the grades.

Then she started to question about the major that I am pursueing and I ended up sounding stupid and unsure of myself cause she kept on correcting me. -_____- As I get more and more unsure, she started to ask me more and more questions making me nervous. At one point of time, she was saying about not rushing into the major since everybody is doing that. And she told me to give my primary degree another chance. She did not even recognise the internship I did even though it was recognised by the school.

And then, I started to feel smaller and smaller. And unsure of what I thought I originally wanted. And I wanted to cry. Somehow that was the feelings that overwhelmed me at that time.

I went there an elephant and returned as a mouse. I shall delay the scholarship application until the next year after I have done a stint of internship with them. Sigh.

Here, I am digging out my newly updated resume and churning out copies of similar looking cover letters lest the name of the companies. It’s that time to apply for internships again.

And here I am applying for a scholarship in which I failed the criteria for the minimum score. I am supposed to write a one page write up and you know what, when you got nothing to lose like me, I am going to write a different sort of write up. Something along the line of me not being the best, but people who are second best are hungrier.

Let’s see whether the companies buy that.

There is this friend, let’s name her Super Smelly who is quite a close friend of mine. SO MIss Pooh who knows about my blog blurted out one day that she knew to Super Smelly even though she was sworn to secrecy. :(. Super Smelly being a close friend started to get upset that I did not tell her the address and has been hiding. She started to ask around and realise that holy of holy, Miss Eloquent also knew my blog add. Then Miss Eloquent also didn’t know how to tell a white lie and admitted.

So now Super Smelly went to ask Miss Superficial ( who doesn’t know the blog add ) whether she knows my blog add and told her that alot of people know. WTF. I only told Miss pooh and miss eloquent and mr fag. So Miss Superficial wants to know.

WTF!

I am quite pissed with super smelly. Maybe she doesn’t know it but Miss Pooh and Miss Eloquent has been friends with me for almost 10 years. I knew her better for 1 year plus. Guess who I can trust? Ditto for Miss Superficial. Mr Fag for almost 5 years ( but he is given special treatment ).

Where is my privacy? and how dare Super Smelly go around snooping to find out who knows? I feel like telling her off in the face that I don’t really know you that well, and that’s why I didn’t give you my add.

Her snooping is getting me rather worried. I am afraid she will borrow Miss Pooh’s or Miss Eloquent’s laptop to check the internet history. Or maybe google my blog out. The snooping has been going around for more than 1 month already.

Seriously what the fuck man. So juvenile of her.

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With the amazing school term, and work escalating like a mountain, people around me starts to hear this phrase. Being stressed adds to creativity and vulgarity.

“NABEH CHEEBYE. SUCK MY NON-EXISTENT LAMPUR”

I feel like a pregnant woman now with my backache. I have no idea how I managed to have a backache but I blame IMF. Fat people on heels = strained back.

I get a gig thumbdrive courtesy of participating in IMF but my friend told me that 800 mb belongs to Mr Lee, I think there is a video of him. The remaining 200 mb is mine to store. But don’t complain so much. Got free gift better than none. And these are actually gifts for the delegates.

I have a test on monday and judging from my fantastic performance of 33/100 for the surprise quiz, I am sure I will ace the test. Doesn’t help that diffusion really works when I am sitted with a class of smart people ( why the hell they want to learn the same things as me ) and I am closely but surely being smarter just because I am among their presence. Oh and we are graded on a normal distribution and I will most probably end up at the 99% confidence interval.

Oh well.

I have already started buying my CNY clothes.

One skirt which I bought from bangkok will belong to the cny clothes. Reason being that it was too small for me now. But I made a huge assumption that I will lose enough weight to squeeze in the skirt.

And I guess more cny clothes are coming my way with my rampant online shopping. I even got all my friends involved. I think the free sizes from hk shopping stores are far too small for me but heck I am still buying.

One skirt is flying in next week hopefully.
two tshirts,one skirt, one dress hopefully within end of oct
alot of makeup end of oct also

And I am still deciding whether to get one more dress.

MY imf is finally over on monday. Phew. I went to catch banquet with Miss Eloquent after rushing back to school first for half a seminar in my IMF uniform. You should watch banquet if 1) you have too much time 2) too much money 3) loves zhang ziyi 4) wants to improve your chinese

That being said, it was a wtf movie with a terrible script. WTF cause half the time you will be thinking wtf while watching.

The new Cathay cinema is freaking cold. I think it was at least 18 degrees. I was freezing with my thick blazer on already. Bring 2 jackets there or maybe a winter coat.

AND some fucker stole my well worn court shoes. Luckily I checked on fri evening while preparing for sat’s imf event. I had to rush to get another pair. My shoes are still relatively new. Damn that asshole who stole it. I know my feet odour smells damn good and I can only come up with this reason why my shoes can be stolen.

I was wearing this loose black top with a black bra to boot and mr fag was standing while I was sitting.

Mr Fag ” Oei, I can see your bra. ”

Mrs Lim ” Isit? Did my breasts shrink? Everybody says it shrunk.”

Mr Fag ” Don’t have lah. Don’t worry. It is still big. ”

Then we started to laugh very loudly cause this conversation was no nonesensical.

Another guy friend who heard our conversation was so disgusted that he started groaning ( not sexual groaning mind you ). But we must understand that to Mr Fag, breasts are just lumps of fats.

I was up there at suntec going through the various security yesterday and today. And damn, I feel shagged even though my working hours are so much lesser.

I was grinning at everybody who passes me by until my partner in crime said that I am 4 million siaos ( as in crazy ). At the end of the day, I just wanted to stop smiling in case I get facial tics.

I am glad to be in the position to help. I managed to chat with some of the delegates and enquired about their stay in Spore. One african delegate read the book by our then SM Lee From third world to First, and he was impressed with the man himself. Of course, I informed him that SM is now MM, a fact which he doesn’t know. It is one in a million chances to be in a place where there are representatives of a hundred over countries, and I am glad I am given the chance.

Our calves and toes are hurting even after a 2 hr shift. I swear that pointy-toed shoes are the new feet-binding equipment of the chinese. After a few centuries, we are still binding our feet, in a different ways. My toes are so squashed together that i-squeeze which was provided for us, was a godsend.

last week there was 3 birthdays. 1 birthday was held at a restaurant. 1 birthday was held at pasir ris. 1 birthday at east coast. I liked the one at the restaurant for the fact that it was so cosy.It doesn’t help that it was held at one of my most fave restaurants with the best manager. I liked the one at pasir ris cause the chalet was damn nice. The cream puffs were so fucking fantastic that our group of friends finished at least 40. I liked the one at east coast cause it was so laid back with mahjong. And the birthday girl looked happy and relaxed. That’s what is nice about it. And she looks sincerely happy at our present.

I also watch singapore dreaming last week. All singaporean guys should catch it. Especially those with sisters. It captures the real story of zhong nan qing nu ( more emphasis placed on sons rather than daughters ). I am fucking glad that I have no brother and because of that, I was allowed to excel in my own way.

Tomorrow my shift is at an ungodly 730 am. Pfft.

Overheard in a toilet

” Hey your ankles lost weight ”

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touche

I am a whale too. Sob sob. He might be the type of boyfriend I have next time. Cause I am a sadist and love mean guys That is according to MIss Eloquent